#oc: aristide

[btteredtoast]

grown ass man and you’re smirking into the camera like that….-_-

[mechagender]

another oc but this time from a different AU. name TBD!!

[wwskalisto]

Guess who got into another roblox game 😨

Guts & Blackpowder,,,, no stop why is Jean-Louise-le-petit oui-oui-duboire hot

no not you too Barry Wheatley Sherrington Michael Charles Cunningham III augdheuehdj

Anyways have these two of my silly GBP ocs I turned into Cookies hehehedashahshsdh goes crazy

[somnolenthour]

[He doesn't know he's referencing his father's cigar scene]

[vasiliquemort]

Boiling domes of my distance

In all that's gentle and benign, all tender and so delicate was granted - by gracious closeness and mistful utterings that is of loveliest of all @thesavagemuffin, for whom is whole galore and domes of my adore and love and bows to gentle hands, and tender hearts, and watchful eyes<зз

Thank you of plenty, in each that's passed, is oncoming, current, and uttered!

[cptnprice]

Big lad ain'tcha

[accidentalcookies]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 1

self-done stitches / alcohol as sanitizer / "It's just a scratch, I've had worse."

tw: blood, but i think that kind of goes without saying, haha

caretaker: celestinus

whumpee: shaoyuan

no oc intro post yet because i am a chronic procrastinator, but someday i'll link it 😅 for some context, both celestinus and shaoyuan are part of a mafia/criminal underworld-type thing run by aristides, with celestinus as aristides' personal bodyguard and just general medic, and sy as aristides' assassin. this is relatively early on in their relationship, after celestinus has warmed to sy, but before it has been made clear to sy that the others actually care about him as a person. there's also a brief mention of some sort of technological enhancement that sy has, which i hope to elaborate on in future fics, but for now, you can essentially think of it as just your bog standard sci-fi enhanced human-type thing (strength, speed, healing factor, etc.)

enjoy!

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The elevator doors slid open—and, catching sight of what was inside, Celestinus groaned.

“No,” he said. “No, you have got to be kidding me.”

Shaoyuan raised an eyebrow at him. “‘Hi, Shaoyuan,’” he deadpanned. “‘It’s nice to see you, Shaoyuan.’ I’ve been led to believe that that’s typical for greetings.”

Celestinus leveled him with an unamused stare. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

And just in case Shaoyuan didn’t get the gist, he pointedly swept his gaze down to his side, to where he had one hand pressed to a suspiciously dark patch on his clothing.

“No idea, actually,” he replied blandly. “Can I get through?”

The absolute gall of this man.

He reached in to take Shaoyuan’s arm—not the one that could have been holding in his internal organs, for all Celestinus knew.

But instead, his hand closed around air as Shaoyuan neatly sidestepped around him.

“Thanks,” he said, and turned to leave. “See you later.”

“Nope. We’re not playing this game.”

He dropped his bag and followed. In just a few words, Shaoyuan had already eaten up half the hallway with his lanky stride, and didn’t slow his pace as Celestinus caught up either, forcing him to do a sort of awkward half-jog just to stay at his side.

Shaoyuan didn’t turn. “What game?”

“The one where you swear up and down that you’re fine, and then I have to peel your sorry ass off the floor when you eat it.”

That had been a harrowing experience, loathe as Celestinus was to remember it. Aristides had only noticed because Shaoyuan, ever the most diligent member of this organization, had missed reporting in to him after his mission. When he’d gone searching, he found him flat on his face, bleeding out from a set of gunshot wounds—ones that normally would not have been a major problem, had his internal hardware not been compromised.

But it had been, and there was literally no one else left alive on the planet who knew how to un-compromise it, and so Celestinus had spent a long, stressful night playing “pin the tail on the donkey”—if you substituted the donkey with Shaoyuan and the tail with life.

“That was extenuating circumstances,” said the donkey, surprising absolutely no one with his wildly understated description. “There was an EMP involved.”

“That wasn’t extenuating circumstances, practically everyone tries to hit you with one nowadays,” Celestinus countered. “And the consequences were very much real and very much inconvenient and I’ll be damned if I have to deal with it again. What happened?”

“...It’s just a scratch,” he replied. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sure that’s true, but that’s not what I asked.”

“Weren’t you about to do something for Aristides?” he asked. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Celestinus had been about to run an errand, true, but that was before something else took priority. Namely, corralling their resident idiot into letting him throw a first aid kit at him.

Preferably at his head. Patients were much more convenient to work with when they were unconscious.

“Really, beanpole?” he sighed.

Looked like he had no other choice. It was time for the big guns: appealing to Shaoyuan’s unwillingness to inconvenience others.

He looked back over his shoulder. “You dripped blood on the floor.”

“I know I didn’t,” Shaoyuan said.

Despite that, he still slowed to turn back, and in that moment of distraction, Celestinus’ hand shot out to yank Shaoyuan’s away from his side.

Things proceeded to devolve. Shaoyuan ducked to one side, then again as Celestinus lunged for him, then a third time as he lunged for him again, at which point Celestinus gave up, decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and jabbed him in the solar plexus.

As Shaoyuan wheezed and folded over, Celestinus pulled his hand away—and then  had to fight through the various layers of fancy clothing both he and Aristides preferred to find the bloodied skin below, yanking them into disarray.

Ever the joker, Shaoyuan croaked out, “Dinner first.”

“Ha hah, you’re so funny,” Celestinus deadpanned, staring down at a large gash that would most definitely need stitches. “This is not ‘just a scratch.'”

“It hasn’t breached the abdominal cavity,” he pointed out. “That’s a scratch.”

Celestinus sighed and let it go, knowing that trying to argue injury definitions with a man who thought breaching the abdominal cavity was a good indicator for when things were starting to become bad was a lost cause. “You’re coming with me.”

“Your errand–”

“Can wait. Keeping you from bleeding on the carpets is the priority.”

Shaoyuan looked pointedly at the ground. “I’m noticing a severe lack of carpets.”

“Oh, because bleeding on marble isn’t just as bad?” he asked sarcastically. “I’m helping whether or not you agree. All arguing’s gonna do is waste my time.”

He made direct eye contact with Shaoyuan and held it stubbornly, until finally the man relented and looked away.

“Fine,” he said.

Internally, Celestinus breathed a long sigh of relief. “Then come on,” he said.

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tagging: @whumperless-whump-event

[m-m-m-myysurana]

The first real painting I've undertaken in a while, for my friends @snarky-bee and @antivan-beau of their beautiful Crow OCs, Renata and Aristide. I am obsessed with them so this was an absolute joy to create. <3

[runescratch]

A reaper lad and his dog (avatar)

[radicandy]

let the crocodile do what she wants

[seriusspace01]

Dragona y dos nenes de reality

[luxiedrawsshit42]

These three siblings are the cast of their own sitcom in my heart

Alt hues under the cut!

[wwskalisto]

Finally got around to fixing their sprites yippee

My beloved children andhhsjssjheeivddjhdksndkdhsjsh heehee

@lucidreamer404 Should I Guts & Blackpowder or Arcane Odyssey❓❗❓❗❓💥💥💥/silly/huh

[somnolenthour]

Patrick and Belladonna: We like to think we raised two well-adjusted kids

[greaterarts]

The exiled son of a rich family, Alcibiades is known for being a nuisance, a drunk, a slut, and a shockingly good bard. Despite all that, he is actually very devout and always returns to the Order's temple complex no matter how many times he's chased off.

[silent-dragon]

TWST OC Profile ~ Yisu Flamvival

Personal Info

Name: Yisu Flamvival

Gender: Multigender(Currently Female)

Age: 18

Species: Ix Luna

Birthday: 7/2

Zodiac: Cancer

Height: 176cm/5'7"ft

Orientation: Omnisexual

Eye Color: Bright Cyan

Hair Color: Light Blonde

Homeland: Deadrealms

Family: Dadai Machisa - Father

Husun Machisas - Grandfather

Twist of Sadu Dotharl Final Fantasy XIV: Stormblood

School Info

School: Royal Sword Academy

Dorm: Crystaleon

School Year: 3rd

Occupation: Seer,Soon to Be Leader

Best Subject: Magic History & Summoning

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Peach Tart

Least Favorite Food: None Yet

Likes: Crystals,Gemstones,Daggers,Dancing,Reading about Ancient People,Observing Others,Making Friends,Necromancy

Talents: Foresight,Magical History Knowledge,Crafting Jewelry,Speaking in Riddles,Summoning Creatures

Unique Magic: Dread Sense - Yisu can use her magic to reanimate certain creatures back to life and make them either obey her or continue on life as they were before death. Only works on creatures or animals.

Personality: Yisu is sharp with her words and isn't one to sugarcoat anything. Honest though and though which may be too much for others who can't handle the truth all the time. Very strong and proud she is. She'd want nothing more than for others to be the best they can be so she often will encourage others too. When around those she is close to she is more relaxed and can show her flaws. Has a rough softness underneath it all.

Bio: A Ix Luna of strong pride and a sharp tongue. She is soon to become Khanum of her tribe as shown great strength in the last battle for the next one to lead. She speaks roughly but rather she speaks truths then lies to those she cares for. Has a rivalry with Amal as he rubbed her the wrong way and holds that as a grudge. Partially why she is at RSA is because he is. Other than that she wishes to learn more about the world and people she has never seen before.

Info on her tribe

Flamvival

They believe life is neverending for everyone in the tribe is reborn again and again. For every warrior fallen the next baby born is them back to start anew. Gender standards are irrelevant in this tribe as each man or woman in it has been the opposite once or more so all are equal.

Fighting is important to them as they know nothing else but the life of being a warrior. They crave battle and strong opponents. Sparring with tribe members is mandatory yet the intent to harm isn't wanted but broken bottled rage tends to cause sooner rebirths.